Please don't ask the dreaded question, I can't lie through my teeth no more
I wish I could show you just how bad it is when smiling becomes a chore
I can't even tell if genuine smiles exist for me
I can't even remember the last time I was happy
I want to cry, I want to scream; I want the world to go away
Oh god, please don't even think about asking me if I'm okay
I forced myself out of my bed and painted on a smiley face
I'm hiding behind comedy to hide the pain of my failing grace
I can barely hold myself up when I walk anymore
Can you see the strings loosening from the marionette chord?
I'm a little short of dead, or maybe I'm already there
I've gotten so jaded that I can only pretend to care
Please don't look at me too closesly, you'll see right through my disguise
You'll see the puppet master work as the tears sting behind my eyes
I'm so good at pretending that everything's alright
I'll laugh loudly at your jokes and hug you just as tight
YOU ARE READING
The Darkest Days
PoetryThis acts sort of as a sequel to Diaries of a Suicidal Teenager. These are more painfully depressing poems that I make up or excerpts from my favorite songs and poems. So many people read the first book, so I hope this one is just as well received.
